Another roleplay that I'm doing! :3 This time, It's a SoraxRoxas one. And they're brothers in this. :3 Rofl.

Rated T for now, rating might change as it progresses.

Disclaimer: No, I don't own KH or the characters. If I did, the whole game would have focused around yaoi. 8D

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Soft rustling sounded from a quiet and dark room, gently lightened by the sunlight filtering through the half-closed blinds. A messy blond head of spikes poked out from under the covers, trying to stay asleep as long as possible. But he found it was no use. It was already noon, but he had nothing planned for the day. He thought he could waste it by sleeping, but he never could sleep for long.

With a sigh, Roxas rose from his warm cocoon and stretched his limbs, ambling over to his door and pulling it open. It had been a bit of a habit of his to simply wander out of his bedroom without dressing first, meaning he was still donned in his checkered boxers. But it's not like it mattered, he was at home and nobody would care; or, should care.

The house was rather quiet at this time, and he wondered if his brother had left already or was still sleeping like he had been. Instead of heading for the bathroom, his original destination, he made a detour and over to the brunette's room. Pulling the knob, he poked his head inside the room, calling out in a soft voice, "Sora?"

Sora, unlike his brother, wasn't one for sleeping the day away (though once he's down, he sleeps like a rock). He had been up for hours and had already showered and had breakfast, peeking in to Roxas' room before heading back to his own to waste time playing video games. The brunet had been waiting for noon to hit, knowing that trying to wake his brother before then would result in a series of yelling, cursing and most likely having half the contents of Roxas' room thrown at him.

Wearing a pair of jean-shorts and a white tank top the blue-eyed boy was pounding furiously on the buttons of his controller when he heard his name, grunting in response. "Hangonjustasec!" he huffed out, barely dodging an attack from the CPU player. It wasn't long before 'K.O.!' flashed across the screen.Sora groaned, dropping his controller next to him from where he sat cross-legged on the ground. "Jeez Roxas, way to time that," he whined, turning to pout at his brother. "I was this close to winning!"

It wasn't until he got a good look at the other that Sora paused, cocking his head to the side. "Um...you weren't planning on going out like that, were you?" It wouldn't have been the first time Roxas rolled out of bed and got half-dressed before trying to go out the door - school mornings just started too early for the blond. It was later, though, and Roxas looked considerably more awake than he did at 7:30 in the morning.

It wasn't that it made him acutely aware of how their bodies differed. At all.

A frown curved on the blond's pale features when his brother starting whining. It wasn't his fault, it's not like he had planned to ruin his game. "So, it's just a game. Get over it," He rolled his cerulean orbs upwards at the pout on the brunet's face.

A soft growl found its' way out of his throat at his notation towards his current clothing. "No, but I plan on prancing around the house like this." He replied, leaning on the door frame now. He still didn't know how his brother did it; getting up so early and being so uppity, I mean. Roxas was always grumpy in the mornings, unlike Sora who was happy as a pig in mud.

"Speaking of 'going out'," He started, watching Sora as he spoke. "Why aren't you out with Riku?" He spoke the name as if it was something foul-tasting. Riku, one of Sora's many friends, and probably the only one he disliked as much as he did. He had his reasons for disliking the guy, though. Good reasons too. But he didn't speak this question as though he wanted his brother to be gone from the house and out frolicking with the platinum blond, no; hell, he actually loved it when Sora stayed home. He found it made things more... lively.

"You're a ray of sunshine, as usual." Moving onto his hands and knees to turn off the game system and TV Sora rose to his feet, hands folding behind his head as he sent his brother a cheeky grin. "I decided to spend the day with you!" Of course, Sora didn't actually consider that Roxas might have plans - the blond would rather sleep the day away, Sora knew. That and no one could take Roxas' 'early-morning snark.'

Walking over to where Roxas stood the brunet threw an arm around his shoulder, pulling the other against him and ruffling his hair. "Besides, we have the house to ourselves - mom went to the main island with some friends."

Sora was quick to dance away after the assault, grinning all the while. "She even left money for pizza! So we totally have to take advantage." It had been longer than he'd like to admit since the two of them had just had a day with only them. He was looking forward to it, if the way he kept bouncing in place didn't make it obvious enough.

The blond haired male opened his mouth in protest as an arm looped around his shoulders, proceeding to ruffle his hair. " H-hey! " He squawked indignantly, righting himself as Sora pranced away after the attack. A small frown once again graced his lips as his hands absently lifted to his head, running his fingers through the mess of blond locks.

Hey, Roxas wasn't protesting at the fact of having to spend the day with his brother. It wasn't like he had anything else planned, and he actually liked him; more than he'd probably admit verbally, but still. " The whole day? " He questioned back, following after his chocolate-haired brother. He had known that their mother had been going out that day, which was the reason he had been able to sleep in until nearly noon, but she hadn't let them know how long exactly.

Again, his eyes rolled skyward, but in a joking manner. " Doesn't she always leave some cash? Shes afraid well burn the house down, like last time. " He chuckled at the thought, remembering how he had burned the food and nearly burnt the house down, literally. Of course, that was only because he had been cooking. Had it been Sora, that never would have happened. Hes improved since then, naturally.

A soft sigh escaped his lips as he smiled at his overly-joyed brother. He continued to watch him hop around for a few more moments before nodding his head in assent. " Yeah, fine. " He agreed, to the idea of taking advantage. Even the blond knew it would most likely turn out to be something fun, or something he liked. Him and Sora always did stuff when their mom was out, whether it was hitting the waves at the beach or simply hang about the house.

Sora actually goes still at the mention of the cooking mishap, fists planting themselves on his hips. "Hey! That wasn't my fault at all - you just didn't want what I was going to make and decided to try it on your own," he huffed, sticking out his tongue. "I'm not taking credit for the Burning Death Incident."

That's right, capital b, d and i. That's how bad it was. They were never to mention it around their mother, ever; the sheer trauma from that day was enough for her to make them do double their chores and to bed an hour earlier than their curfew. "Speaking of cooking," he said after a moment's pause. "You hungry? I was thinking of doing something for lunch - though I guess we could order out, too."

Though he was usually a busy-body and a constant beach bum Sora was more in a mood for stalking around the house. It was particularly hot out, for one, not to mention that the main beaches would be crawling with tourists. Heading out to the play island where Riku and the others were would normally be appealing but Sora knew that when he got together with the silver-haired teen he tended to leave everyone else in the dust, including his brother. "What did you wanna have?"

The blond couldn't help a laugh escaping his throat. Ah, yes, the B.D.I. That's what it was referred to, even now. Their mother still gave him a look of horror whenever he said that he was going to make food, suggesting his brother cook it instead. " Of course I wasnt going to eat that! " He stuck his tongue out at the thought of what Sora had been making that day. " But yeah, yeah, I know its my fault. " He half-grumbled as he stalked into the kitchen to take a seat.

He pondered the thought of going out to eat, or having him make something. He shook his head slightly, blond locks swishing with the movement. " I can settle for whatever you cook up, " He had grown to like more foods now, because of the wide variety his brother cooked up. Well, that, and he liked the thought of Sora in an apron, cooking him some food. But that's besides the point.

His shoulders went up and down in a shrugging motion. " You know what I like, " He said simply; and that was true. Although the blond was a bit of a picky eater, Sora knew what foods he liked and didn't like.

He was kind of grateful his brother had chosen to stay home with him. Now that he thought of it, he didn't feel like spending the entire day alone. But he couldn't call up Axel or Hayner or anyone, since he knew they were busy. And what better than to spend the day with the person he ( discreetly ) liked most.

"You're such a brat sometimes," Sora sighed, rolling his eyes as he move to head for the kitchen. Making his way out and down the stairs on bare feet Sora waited for his brother to decide on what he wanted, fine either way; one gave him an excuse to make a mess and cater to his twin while the other was greasy take-out - a total win-win.

Though Sora wasn't nearly as picky and eater than Roxas (as long as it didn't have sesame seeds or brussel sprouts - sesame seeds meant death and he hated brussel sprouts) that didn't mean he was primitive in his cooking. Sure, when it came to himself toast with peanut butter and marshmallows would do the trick but he had his baby bro to consider - only by seconds, but he took his 'big-brother' responsibilities very seriously.

At his twin's words Sora beamed, clasping his hands together. "Alright then! Lunch will be ready iiiiiiiin twenty-five minutes!" He launched into work at that, snatching his 'May The Forks Be With You' apron and tying it on before washing his hands in the sink. "Could you set the table?" He was already in work-mode, rummaging through the fridge and pulling out veggies and a package of sliced meat before moving to get the rice cooker going.

It was a little under the time he had called when Sora used a wooden spoon to push the stir-fry into a bowl, beef, carrots, broccoli and mushrooms steaming and covered in soy sauce, rice cooker beeping. Bringing the steaming dish over to set on the table he took up their plates, moving to the rice cooker to deposit some onto them and bringing the dishes back to the table, setting one in front of Roxas. "There - you can take as much as you want," he said, setting his own plate down to undo the newly-stained apron. "Aaaand you're clean-up since I cooked."

" Yeah, I know I am, " The blond replied with a wave of his hand, not arguing about him being a brat. He was clearly aware that he very much so was one, and he didn't feel like arguing with his brother about it. Either way, a happy smile spread across his twins face and he knew he had lost his chance whether he had wanted to argue or not.

Roxas had been slightly distracted when Sora threw on the cooking apron, tying it around him, and had almost missed the question to set the table. " Oh, uh, sure. Yeah, " He shook his head free of thoughts as he went about grabbing the few things to set the table, there only being two people. As he pulled plates from their places, among other diningware, he found himself looking over at his busy brother, cooking away. He had to resist the urge to drool as a delicious aroma filled the kitchen.

After what seemed like a few minutes, lunch was cooked and ready to be served. As Sora began serving their food, he gently took the plate from his hands as he sat himself down at the table. He nodded to the comment of being able to take as much as he liked; that was practically a given, since there was only two mouths being fed. " Thanks, " He threw at his twin before forking a mouthful of the veggies. Swallowing, he nodded his head again. " Yeah, fine. " He agreed, yet again, to the idea of him cleaning up. It was only fair, since Sora had cooked the food.

Taking a heaping ladle full for himself Sora was soon mixing the lunch together and shoving some into his mouth. At the easy acceptance Sora arched a brow, swallowing quickly and choking for a minute before getting his breathing back to normal. "That's it? No 'it's your mess, you clean it up' or 'I would if you didn't cook like a monkey on skates'?"

True, he had actually been neater than normal - the only real mess was of the pan he had used and the rice cooker - but still. shoveling another bite he sent the other a cheeky grin. "So then after this you're totally cleaning my room, right? Or at least helping me find my red shorts," he grumbled, making a face. "I swear I put them in the wash the other day but haven't seen them since.."

It was nice sitting with Roxas in the kitchen, having lunch. As they had grown older - and Sora became more aware of his un-brotherly feelings - he felt as if they were drifting apart. Part of that was his fault for throwing himself into Riku and Kairi whenever they had a possible day to be spent together, but he missed his baby bro.

His shoulders made a small up and down motion, shoveling more of the deliciously cooked food into his mouth. " Yeah, That's it.. unless you want me to say that, " He suggested, getting up ad roaming over to the fridge, pulling it open to search for a drink. His hand reached inside the cool fridge, removing the milk and setting it on the counter.

A scoff escaped his lips at the thought of cleaning his brothers room. " Yeah, you wish. You can clean your own room, you pig, " He told him, removing a glass from the cupboards and pouring the milk. " You want some? " He asked the brunet, as he finished filling his glass. He turned slightly so he was able to see his twin now; " Your red shorts? I took them to wear the other day, " He told him, shrugging his shoulders. " I thought you'd notice me wearing them, " He pointed out, but then again, Sora didn't notice quite a few things.

Like the way Riku liked him. He was pretty sure the brunet hadn't noticed it, but it was totally obvious. Well, that, and he had upright asked the platinum blond, confirming the obvious. Roxas could certainly say he was jealous; of how close they were getting, while Sora and him seemed to be getting less close. That, most likely, had to do with the fact that Sora hung out with him and Kairi so much. So, he was glad for whatever time he was able to steal of his brother's day, whether it just be talking with him or doing something.

"That's alright!" Sora said quickly, putting his hands up in surrender. "I'll take what I can get, thanks." He hadn't noticed anything too unusual with Riku, aside from the fact that the silver-haired teen seemed intent on keeping Sora to himself whenever he went to hang out with the gang. Kairi had been hinting at something for a while now, but it wasn't like it was anything serious - right?

Sora's hand had been creeping towards Roxas's newly-filled glass, pausing when the other spoke and looking up at him, a look of horror on his face. "You took my shorts?" he gasped, a hand moving to clutch at his chest. "How could you? Why not pillage my room and plunder my loot, while you're at it?"

He was joking, if it wasn't made obvious by the over-dramatic tone, head tossing in 'anguish' with each word. "My only brother, sneaking like a ninja in the night into my room to take as he pleases!" Clasping his hands together Sora looked up, eyes fixing on the currently shut-off lights. "Oh, cruel fate! If only I had taught him well - maybe he wouldn't be robbing babies and kicking over old women in the streets!"

The blond hadn't noticed his hand slowly creeping towards the glass, but he did now; reaching out and swiftly tapping it. " Ill pour you some, so don't take mine, " He told him, reaching the same hand up to remove another glass from the cupboards. " Yep, took em and used them, " He replied with a smirk, slightly wiggling his hips at this in the same joking manner.

He couldn't help such a dirty thought pushing its way into his mind at his comment. If I had done that, your virginity would be long gone... But he showed no signs of thinking such a thought as he grinned at his overly-dramatic brother, raising a blond eyebrow at him. He snorted as he reached out, flicking the brunets forehead. " Learned it from the best. And who's robbing babies and kicking old women over now? " He couldnt help but let a soft laughter escape his throat. " You dobe, " He had picked up the two filled glasses, nudging Sora with his elbow as he moved past him to set the glasses on the table.

" Your room is already pillaged, youve taken the liberty of doing that for me, " He pointed out, bringing the cup to his lips as he sat back down at the table.

It was a good thing that they didn't still share a room - Sora's sanity, or what little people claimed the brunet had, would have dwindled away to nothing with sleeping mere feet from his twin. It was hard enough sleeping a whole room away, especially at night when his fingers crawled under the covers to-

Breaking the train of thought Sora shook his head, clearing it. "Uh, yeah," he mumbled, quickly taking the milk to bring to his lips. Mind out of the gutter, now! All I need is to get a woody in the kitchen. He'll think I'm into forks. Forcing a smile after draining half the glass Sora waved his fork with the other hand. "So then it's only fair that I give your room the same treatment! We wouldn't want it to feel all left-out and ravished, after all."

It had been a while since he'd gone through his brother's things for something that he liked - probably because he usually end-up curled up on Roxas's bed, dozing off with the smell of the blond around him. Though they used the same shower product the scent that was simply Roxas couldn't be bottled and put on a shelf and Sora stole the moments he could be 'with' his brother without looking like a freak when he could.

Taking another mouthful of their lunch Sora thought for a moment. "So, what did you want to do today? I'm fine with games and a movie," he supplied, giving the other a half-shrug.

The blond male, oblivious of course to his brothers thoughts, forked some more of the food into his mouth after swallowing the milk, setting the glass down afterwards. He frowned slightly after swallowing. " You do that and you're cleaning it up, " He warned, though would mind it if he did. He would force him to clean it up, and he'd have the pleasure of just standing by and watching him. He'd probably force him into a maid outfit too, but he doubted that thing still fit... and, itd probably come off as an odd thing. " Im pretty sure its fine being left out, So, "

He finished shoveling the last of his food into his mouth, setting the fork down with a soft clang. He replied to the brunet across from him with the same half-shrug. " Sounds fine to me, " He replied, standing up and taking his plate over to the sink. He then began gathering the few dirty dishes Sora had used, setting them beside the sink as he began to fill it. His earlier thoughts of Sora cleaning his room in the maid outfit returned, the mental image forming. He could easily picture the brunet in the probably too-small now outfit. The reason behind him having the maid outfit at all was Namines fault, honestly. That girl had evil intentions, despite her sweet nature. When they were slightly younger, she had forced him into all kinds of girly clothes.

" Is it mine or your turn to choose the movie? " He questioned, distracting himself from his thoughts, before they wandered further and problems arose.

Bristling at the words Sora huffed. "Make me? You and what army?" He had the idea of running up the stairs, locking himself up in the blond's room and going nuts - or at least, making lots of noise and freaking the other out. The indignation at his twin's words soon died down, Sora dropping his fork to finish his milk before getting up himself, moving to dump his dishes in the sink.

"Doesn't matter to me - oh! There's supposed to be a slasher on around eight tonight." Though Sora loved horror movies he could never watch them on his own. He needed another body nearby to hide his face against when need be; not to mention someone willing to let him cling to them once it was time for bed.

He wasn't thinking of that night, though - he was thinking of doing what he could to make their day a good one. And - if his hormones stayed under control and Roxas didn't think he was too much of a freak then maybe - just maybe - they could do it more often. Could be almost normal brothers, rather than Sora pining after him like a lovestruck puppy.

"I want to go out and get snacks, though - there's nothing left here!" Sora's midnight-snacking didn't help with the fact - nor did his 'middle-of-the-day' munchies, either.

" Me, myself, and I, " The blond mumbled in retaliation as he began running the warm water, filling the sink up and pouring some soap in. The dishes clanged together as he began to wash them, turning that water off when it came to a certain depth.

Unlike his brother, Roxas could take watching slasher films, or movies of that kind. He had always found it amusing they way the brunet clung to the nearest body as he watched them. He didn't understand why or how he could like them if he ended up being terrified after watching. Not that he was complaining, as it gave him a reason to get close to Sora. He nodded his head, blond spikes bobbing slightly as he agreed to the movie choice.

" Then why dont you go to the store and grab some things for us to eat with the money mom gave us, while I finish cleaning up. " He suggested, as he was well aware of his brothers seemingly endless stomach. " We have a while until eight tonight, " Which meant they'd have time to play games or do whatever until then. He'd also have to make sure that things didn't get the best of him and he ended up pouncing his brother, resulting in royally freaking him out. Though thus far hes had no problems and he was sure Sora knew nothing, so he was confident he could make it through yet another day.

"Sure thing!" He was going to watch a horror movie with him, and leave Sora in charge of the snacks? It was a dream come true. Bouncing out of the kitchen and up the stairs Sora made his way back down moments later, hopping on one foot as he shoved on his socks. "Nachos are a must - and popcorn!"

Bounding to where the money was left and twirling around his 'little brother' Sora snatched up one of the bills - luckily their mum knew of the junk food shortage and that if Sora was left in charge there would be nothing but twinkies and soda for dinner. "I'll be back in a bit!" Shoving the money in his pocket Sora wave Roxas a wave before bounding out for the door, wood slamming in its frame as he closed it without breaking stride.

It's nearly a half-hour later when Sora made his way back through the front door again, hip-bumping it closed and managing to lock it with both hands holding a bag. "Rooooooooxaaaaaaaaas! I'm hooooome!" he called, heeling off his shoes before making his way into the kitchen. There was no point in putting the stuff away - it would only all be brought out again when it came near movie-time. Pulling out bags of chips - each of their favorite - Sora hummed as he worked, looking up with a bright smile at his brother's re-entrance. "Did'ja miss me?"

Roxas would leave the munchies up to his brother, while he finished up the cleaning. They both practically liked the same snacks, so he knew he'd get something good for them. But knowing his brother, he'd leave no money for proper dinner that night.

He had finished the dishes about five minutes after he left, leaving him with nothing to do until he came back. He was tempted to do a few things, but he instead flopped down on the couch; he sprawled out against it, covering his eyes with one of his arms as the other layed across his stomach. He allowed himself to doze off into a light sleep waiting for Sora.

And he was nearly jolted off the couch when the brunet banged through the door, calling out to him. A soft 'mm' came from his lips to show he acknowledged his entrance, removing his arm that still lay across his eyes. He pushed himself up, running a hand through his hair as he eyed Sora. " Of course, " His voice being more soft than normal as he smiled at him. " So what do we do until eight? " He asked, slumping slightly so his shoulder was against his neck, leaning on his arms.

Snorting at Roxas's positioning as he came in - really, he should have known that the blond would get as much sleep as possible - Sora crossed the area to stand over him, fists on his hips. "Geez, Roxas, are you a boy or a bear?" he asked with a dramatic roll of his eyes. "I swear you have comas, not naps."

The question of entertainment until the main even caused a bright smile to light up the brunets features, a hand moving from his hip to point a finger inches from his face. "To kick your butt in Bloody Death-Bath Royal, of course! I need to get you back for making me mess up two fights from the boss. Two!" He'd get over it. Eventually.

Grasping a hold of one of his twin's wrists Sora tugged, dragging the other towards the stairs. "Comeon comeon comeoooon! The blood and gore await!" It was more fun playing with Roxas than Riku, anyway - the older teen would beat Sora mercilessly and if the brunet did manage to get a kill in Riku would shrug, toss the remote and declare the game 'a lame waste of time.' With Roxas they were usually fairly evenly matched and the blond didn't quit after getting his butt-kicked.

Cerulean eyes rolled skyward as he was pulled to his feet and over to the stairs. Bloody Death-Bath Royal, a game he and Sora could play evenly against each other. A grin spread his features as he woke up even more, following after instead of being pulled. A snort escaped him; " Pshh, Ill kick your ass. " He declared indignantly as they started up the stairs. Although Roxas didn't play video games as much as his twin, he was still pretty good at them. And they could both play for a fairly long time. " And it wasn't my fault I messed you up. Its not like I keep track of what you're doing. "

At least with video games, they could kill at least an hour or two, before he just got bored. " Okay, okay! I'm coming, don't get your panties in a twist, " He replied to his impatient brunet brother as the reached the top of the stairs and made their way over to Sora's room. The blond didn't keep any video games in his room, besides computer-related ones, so they went to Sora's room to play.

" And Im not a bear, " He commented at last, remembering his earlier statement. He pushed open his door, not waiting for Sora as he moved in and sat himself down on the end of the bed. A smirk was playing at his lips, " Alright, lets do this. "

"Hey, I'm not the one with a maid's outfit hidden away in my closet," Sora said, grinning back at his brother. Really, his brother had the oddest friends; from a loud pyro to a mousy (yet secretly perverted) artist. He had no idea where his brother found these people as his own circle of friends were quite normal (save for Selphie's sugar-induced madness) but he was glad that his twin didn't change because of them.

Huffing a laugh as Sora made his way to his room and plopped down in front of the TV he begun fiddling with the buttons, setting the system's settings back up. "It only took, what? Five minutes for that to set in?" Flipping the game on Sora unwound the second player controller, handing it out to his brother. "I'll make sure not to disturb you in the middle of winter."

The game was, as it sounded, a senseless fighting game with the characters beating the crap out of each other with special bloody effects flying across the screen. Finishing attacks such as reaching into the opponent's throat and ripping out their spinal cord were present as well as having a fighter torn apart by wolves and other such creatures. Sora loved it. "Sorry little bro, but you're going down!"

Roxas huffed loudly at his brother, taking the controller into his hands. " You be quiet about that. Namine wont let me throw it out, and she wont take it back. And who wants to take a maids outfit? " He asked, is a slightly exasperated tone. Some of what he had said was true.The fact that the perverse girl wouldn't take it back was true, while the part about her not letting him throw it out or give it away wasn't. Hey, you never know when a thing like that could come in handy. If he could only get Sora to wear it...

An almost wicked grin flashed his features, as a thought broke its way into his mind. " How about we make things more fun then? " Oh yes. Now if only he could get him to say yes. " A bet. Whoever wins gets to make the loser do whatever. Whether it be doing the others chores or doing something embarrassing. Winner chooses. You in? " His cerulean orbs flashed lightly as he switched his attention between the game and his brother, waiting for the game to load up. Things were always more fun with a bet, he thought. It made things interesting. " We can have it whoever wins five rounds first wins, so it lasts longer. " Simply because having just one game would be too simple.

If Sora agreed to this, and the blond actually ended up winning, he would be rather content. To have his adorable, hot twin in a maid outfit would be rather sexy, he thought. He could just imagine it. Oh yes. That's very pleasing to the minds eye.

Sora had no idea of what was flickering through his twin's mind at the moment - he was more focused on trying not to notice how Roxas had neglected to dress while he was out to the store and he was close enough to feel the other's body heat. He missed the old days when things were innocent and they used to sleep in the same bed, cuddled up together like puppies.

"Huh? A bet?" Humming to himself as he considered the offer Sora thought over the different things he could demand from his from his brother if (not if, when, he thought confidently) he won. A few rather interesting ideas popped into his head, causing one of those face-splitting grins to slowly form. "Oh, you are so on!" Any reason to see Roxas flustered - and have him under his command - was a good reason.

Totally focused with a goal in hand Sora set up their battle for a 'best of 10 rounds' game, quickly choosing his favorite character and waiting for his twin to choose his own. Sora loved his brother like the fish love the sea but Roxas was going down.

The blond grinned as he accepted the challenge. How nice. But now he was thinking what he'd have to do if ( no, he certainly wouldn't ) he lost. Although knowing Sora, he'd probably just make him do something like clean his room for the next week, so it wasn't all bad.

Roxas was all too aware that he had failed to dress himself yet, something he could and should have done while Sora was out. They'd have to stop at some point so he could go and do that, rather than prance around the house half-naked. Although, hell probably end up forgetting about that once he got into the game. But its not like it was bothering anyone; if it was, Sora would have said something by now.

As the brunet chose his favorite character, Roxas flicked through them until he found his own, selecting it. " Good, you better be prepared to lose, " He threw back as the screen loaded, battle scene flashing on the screen as it finished. The announcer counted down to start, finishing with a 'go!'.

Bloody Death-Bath Royal, a favorite of the twin males. It was literally as gory as it sounded, and their mother had been reluctant to buy it. But they were both thankful she did, as it was a rather fun game; despite the graphic head ripping and gut-spilling.

She had probably figured at the time that her boys were good ones and, if they did get the urge to hurt, it was better for them to have an outlet such as the game rather than becoming bullies or shooting up an school, heaven forbid. She was fair with them, to say the least, and trusting - how else could she have even considered leaving the boys along after the Burning Death Incident?

At the sound of the start Sora sprung into battle, eyes focused on the screen as he pounded the keys. He knew every possible combo by heart - from back-up-right for a overhead kick to left-right-left-down-right-up for a on the shoulders handstand and neck-break. There were many ways he could go about it but he went into it as he always did - head-first and swinging.

It wasn't just an electronic battle between two brothers, beating each other brainless via characters on a screen. It was much more than that. The winner of the following battles would be able to decide the other's fate for however long they saw fit (though in younger years a week was the longest they held each other to any bets). Sora knew that he had to use every trick in the book to ensure his victory and not give an inch if he were to get what he wanted.

Although, pestering the brunet in the back of his mind but pushed away as he worked on a jaw-kick, rib-punch combo. What if, when it came to him winning and holding the power in his hands, he didn't have the guts? What if he chickened out and turned his all-powerful command into something lame like cleaning his room or keeping his snack-supply full? It would be something he'd have to think about afterwards.

The blonds fingers began quickly tapping at the buttons on the controller, going into attack after attack. He didn't know all of the moves by heart, as he was sure his brother did, but he knew most of them. Enough to get by and possibly beat Sora's ass.

He already knew exactly what he was going to make Sora to if, and when, he won. Their matches were pretty even, but the both of them seemed pretty determined to win this time. It would be an eyeful and one hell of an image to keep handy whenever hes in his room to--

He focused on the game, the little character moving across the screen to try and mutilate Sora's character. Soon, they had played nearly all 10 games. Sora had won a few, and Roxas had won some, making it tied at the moment. And the blond wasn't any less intent on winning than when they had started. He was so going to win that bet, and make Sora wear that maids outfit!

His fingers were hurting slightly at this point, but he had learned to ignore them. Mashing the buttons, attempting to land a combo. And succeeded. His character grabbed a hold Sora's, flipping onto his shoulders in a headlock. Instead of the normal twist and neck break, the character reached down, shoving his fist far into his throat and pulling something out. Yeah, I told you it was graphical.

A grin split across his face immediately at the win, shouting, " Yes! Ohhh, I totally won. " He set the controller down, turning to his twin with an evil aura about his smile. Oh yes, bet time. Sora was about to be humiliated. Or, not so much. It wouldn't be total humiliation. Like, he could have him walk through the streets with it on. That would have been worse, but he didn't exactly want other people oogling his brother.

Groaning loudly as his character had his spine ripped out and collapsed Sora threw the controller down, flopping back against the ground and throwing an arm over his eyes as his brother rose - to do a victory dance, he assumed. "That was so totally unfair," he groaned though there wasn't any fight behind it; Roxas had won fair and square and thumbs were probably throbbing as much as Sora's as a result. The round had been intense.

Forcing himself back up into a sitting position Sora pouted up at his twin, arms stretched behind him to support his upper half. The blond was probably going to gloat quite a bit before dishing out his punishment - Sora mentally shuddered. Ugh. What if he made him do dishes for the week? It was his least favorite chore next to scrubbing the bathroom. But no one could be that cruel - could they?

Roxas could, he thought with a sigh, breath a light huff from his chest. "Alright, alright, you beat me fair and square. What's the punishment?" He knew that it wouldn't be easy - the blond was far too pleased with winning for it to be something simple like wearing his underwear on his head to the beach like a couple of years ago - and Sora felt his stomach flutter oddly, tongue darting out to lick his suddenly dry lips.

The grin that was still plastered on the blonds face with almost a wicked one, as he watched his brother. " That was fair and you know it. You say that each time I win, " He pointed out, being quite literal. Somewhere in his cerulean eyes glistened as he opened his mouth to execute the punishment for his twin. " You have to wear the maids outfit. " He said in a tone rather close to a purr.

It wasnt nearly as bad as any of their other bets, since nobody else would see him in it; unless he were to show the pictures he was going to take. It was more for his pleasure than anything. " For the rest of the night, " He declared with a smile, getting up to fetch the small dress hidden away in his closet.

He was gone for only a few moments when he re-entered his brothers room, maids outfit at hand. He stood in front of him, holding the dress out with the same smile. " Here you go. " It appeared that Sora could tell how happy he was to have won this bet, somewhat distracted by the flicker of his tongue. He forced himself to tone down on the happy, or else his brother would suspect any feelings that were not-so-brotherly.

And that, was a no for him. He'd rather not have his brother hate him for such a thing. Things were fine the way they were, with him not knowing and life going on as it was supposed to; as if nothing was amiss.

He wasn't hearing right. He couldn't be hearing him right. The maid's outfit? "Seriously Roxas?" He knew every detail of the frilly uniform - mainly because well, if Roxas had it hidden away in his room he must wear it, or have worn it, some time or the other, right? Guys don't just hide random kinky outfits away for kicks.

Alas, it was so. Sora just stared up at his twin, eying the lace and frill like a snake fit to bite. "All night?" He was running the command through his head and looking for loopholes - Roxas hadn't demanded to be served hand and foot, nor did he say Sora had to parade around town with it in heels with one of those feather dusters talking in a fake French accent. If it would be just the two of them...

Heaving a sigh and moving to climb to his feet Sora grudgingly took the piece, frowning down at it. Somehow this was not turning out the way he had expected it to. "Fine, fine," he grumbled, shuffling out of the room and to the bathroom. He'd need a mirror to make sure he didn't come out looking completely retarded with the blouse sticking out funny or anything.

It was a good ten minutes later before Sora got the courage to leave the bathroom, feeling very bare and quite embarrassed. The uniform, complete with a white, lace-trimmed half-apron, frilly cap, a garter, thigh-highs and (god, he couldn't believe it) silky black panties was quite snug on his frame which was almost un-noticeably larger than his twin. His cheeks were flushed and expression comparable to a pouty princess, arms crossed over his chest as he stood in his room once again. "I'm not wearing heels," he grumbled, not looking at his twin.

A smile was plastered to the blonds lips as he nodded to his brother. " Yeah seriously. Why would I be joking? " He told him quite seriously. Hey, it was him who brought up the idea. He could of thought of worse, but this would be fine for this time. And he sat patiently in his brothers room when he took it to go and change.

After several moments, the blond was tempted to just go and barge into the bathroom and pull him out when he finally came back into the room. And the smile on his face just widened all the more upon seeing his chocolate-haired brother adorned in the frilly maids dress. And he couldn't get over how fuggin cute he looked; face flushed in embarrassment, pout on his lips, and small dress hugging to his form.

" It doesnt matter if you wear them or not. Besides, theyll scuff. Momll wonder what theyre from, " He pointed out, leaning back on his hands on the bed to survey his brother. It was certainly a sight he wouldn't forget. " That maid outfit looks sexy on you, So. " He said in a joking tone, although he was serious. " And everything seems to fit nicely. " He grinned, not able to take his eyes off him. Seriously, if you saw him, you wouldn't take your eyes off him either.

Stocking-clad feet weren't the steadiest when walking around but he'd rather deal with that than wobbling in heels. Roxas's agreement allowed him to relax a touch though it wasn't enough for his pout to fade. Sora doubted that his twin would ever let him live it down - especially if he expressed how nice the feel of silk against his...sensitives was.

"Yeah, yeah, yuck it up," he grumbled, tugging at the too-high skirt. It brushed against his upper thighs in a way that made him feel over-exposed, frill somewhat scratchy against the skin. "I was trying to get this thing to cover up better - half of my friggin' ass is hanging out," he complained, turning his back to the other. Though far from a 'booty' a teasing peek the curve of Sora's silk-covered rear could be seen just where the hem of the skirt ended.

Looking over his shoulder back to Roxas the pout seemed to deepen. "I can't stretch or reach or bend over or anything." Were he not so flustered with his current state of dress he probably would have mooned the other - it would serve Roxas right for punishing him like this!

The blond teen simply gawked as he actually turned around and showed him, as if he needed proof. Oh he had known it would be small on his twin, which is why he had chosen it. But now he had realized this was much more of a tease for him than it was for his brother.

He wiped the gawking stare from his features as Sora looked over his shoulder at him, pout still on his lips. " That was the whole point, So. Have fun. Hey, no complaining. Be glad I'm not forcing you outside with it on. " Not that he would; he was sure their neighbors would definitely see and tell their mother. She probably wouldn't approve of him having Sora wear the small maid's dress out in public. That, and he didn't want others staring at him in such attire. Especially giggly girls.

He stood up from the bed, walking past his brother - flipping the end of the dress up slightly with a smile on his face. Oh, this was too fun. And damn, those panties looked good on him. " Alright c'mon, I want some of those snacks. "

Squeaking at the sudden breeze from the skirt-flip Sora brought his hands around automatically to tug it down, cheeks burning. "Jeez, Roxas! I feel naked enough as is," he sulked though soon decided to keep his mouth shut. He really didn't want Mrs. Peterson next door and her husband seeing him strutting down the street - or worse of all, Riku. God, he'd probably split his sides laughing at him. And take pictures!

Still pouting but swallowing down the complaints Sora shuffled after his twin, being careful not to take too big a step to keep from sliding in his stocking-clad feet. The effort made his hips sway and he bit his lip, trying to ignore the teasing brush of lace against his thighs. With his position in mind he couldn't help but mutter, "And I guess you're gonna want me to feed it to you, too?"

He regretted it as soon as the words were out of his mouth, the mental image of his fingers bringing fresh strawberries to Roxas's lips springing to mind. The blond would wrap his lips around the fruit and Sora's fingers as well, careful to just scratch his teeth against his twin's fingertips as he bit into the plump berry. Biting down hard on his lower lip Sora shook his head, hand reaching for the railing of the stairs to carefully make his way down.

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That's it! The first chapter. There's more we already have, but eh. I figured I'd stop it there and that it was long enough for now. If it's confusing, it's because it is a roleplay. Not a normal-written fic; this is two people acting all this out. None of this is planned. We're just going off a plot, rofl.

Review&Comments please! :3 3 Thanks for reading.